So, I’ve been learning lots of things here. Much of it to do with language lately, but about a month ago I started learning a new skill. It was during the season of car trouble, when some very kind friends allowed us to borrow their manual vehicle for a few days. That’s right, oh family of mine, this girl now understands how to drive a stick. Understands? Yes, perfected? Not quite. But to be fair, and one should always be fair to oneself, I did not have the most ideal of learning situations. It was night and my three overly tired children were strapped in behind me loudly arguing over who would get to hold the computer game they were playing. Ideal? No. Realistic? Definitely. And by the end I had a better feel for this whole stick thing, and I didn’t stall nearly as often, and the kids thought this new amusement park ride—honestly, that’s how I bribed them into the car with me driving it—was pretty fun, although it sometimes stopped unexpectedly. The true hero of it all, though, was husband dear, who managed to teach me and keep me calm despite my inner drive to do everything exactly right the first time and our three lovely but loud saboteurs in the back. Hats off to husband dear—I love that man!
Oh, and PS to the kind friends who let us borrow their vehicle, no one and nothing was hurt in the practicing of my driving. =)